Hot Plates of Justice
(for Phil Thornton)
He’s serving justice – and he serves it hot.
He chuckles as he tracks you culprits down.
You think that you’re evading him? You’re not.
We all have skills. Our hero has a lot.
Justice to him is one substantial noun.
He’s serving justice. And he serves it hot.
You shift feet and pretend that you forgot.
When he’s in town, this ain’t that kind of town.
You think that you’re evading him? You’re not.
Your confidence is just infectious rot.
Your vague smile is the death smile of a clown.
He’s serving justice, and he serves it hot.
Your supply of deception is long shot.
Upon your brow, despair’s your only crown.
You think that you’re evading him? You’re not.
You are already boiling in the pot.
You smile. He smiles. Your smile becomes a frown.
He’s serving justice – and he serves it hot.
You think that you’re evading him? You’re not.
–Tom Riley